Planet Fall
I am Captain Steel Jack of the Aquamarines, aboard the Lightningeagle that is taking me and my Battle Siblings to the Forge World Hephaestus. A massive Hog invasion is threatening to destroy the Equestrial population and steal Titans, the most invaluable of the Equestrium's war machines. The Equestrial Guard forces on world could not handle the Hog forces alone, so they requested us to come in and help.
"Captain Steel Jack," I look to my right as I was addressed by one of my strike force members, Steamblade, "the Hogs have massacred the Forge World's forces. And they have taken the planetary defense weapons." He was still young and had just ascended from his novice years. He always followed the rules of the Codex Astartes and stuck with them throughout his battles.
"Clever of the damned Hogs." said Sergeant Shadow Hearth. "Keeps us off their backs, while they loot the Titan war machines."
Suddenly something hit our transport and the entire ship shook, but our hooves stuck to the floors and we kept our balance.
"Brace for evasive maneuvers." said the Pilot of the Lightningeagle.
Shadow looked to a screen in the top corner of the holding bay. "Pilot: Report."
The Pilot appeared on the screen fogged by static. "Starboard engine is dead, Sergeant." He said, "we are losing altitude --"
"Get the ship to safety. We find another way down." I ordered.
"Aye, Captain. Lightningeagle Blade of Arthur returning to launch bay..."
On a holding rack, there were Wing Packs. Me and my Battle Siblings were of Earth Pony descent, so the Empress gifted us with the ability to fly through temporary means. Me, Shadow Hearth, and Steamblade equipped the Wing Packs and approached the hatch. I pulled the emergency lever and opened our exit.
"This is your plan?" Shadow Hearth asked.
I looked to him. "We need to get to the surface to take out the gun battery. Or do you want to go home already, Sergeant?"
"Hah. Not before having a word or two with the Hogs." He said.
"Is that wise, Captain?" Steamblade asked. "The Codex Astartes does not support this action--"
I look to him. "Try to keep up." And I then galloped to the edge and leaped into the fray of ship wreckage and gunfire, followed by my battle siblings. The Wing Packs were designed to connect to our back units and read our thoughts. So it was a simple matter of willpower to make them work, which we Pony Marines are flawless with. As I fell past the destroyed Equestrial ships that lingered in the sky, I spotted a crudely-built Hog ship past the dust and debris, and that is where I planned to make a landing. Evidently, they spotted me as well as they were shooting their ship's autocannons at me, but I managed to dodge the bullets and find a clearing on the ship to land on. I willed the wings to slow my descent so that I would not smash through the ship's hull, but I had come down fast enough to leave a large dent in the ship. No longer needing the Wing Pack, I pressed the buckle button, and it slid off my back unit.
Already I had Diamond Dogs coming after me with their dull knives. Diamond Dogs were the workers of the Hog horde, but also served a minor purpose in combat. They attacked, but did nothing more than scratch my armor. With one kick from my back hooves, I easily dispatched of a couple of the dogs, their blood smothered and smeared all over my armor, before a couple Hogs, known to be "Slugga Boarz" in parlance to their kind, jumped in to attack. The weapons I currently had on me consisted of a bolt pistol and a combat knife as big as a small sword. I shot one Hog with my pistol, taking the whole clip before dying. I reloaded my gun and then used my knife, taking three hits to kill another Hog with the knife. The last Hog lunged at me, but I rolled back to avoid the hit, and then hit him with my front hoof, which stunned him long enough for me to jab my knife into his skull, and destroy his whole head upon removal. More blood covered my armor.
The barricade that blocked my progress was then bashed down by more Hogs that seeked to kill me. I shot and slashed them to death and proceeded onward. A wall of pipes blocked the way, and another Hog, known to be called a "Shoota Boar", opened fire from what he thought to be a position of strength. To his folly, he stood next to an explosive canister. I shot it, killing the Hog and demolishing the pipes. I moved on, and a large group of Hogs and dogs were running towards me, but a random missile struck the ship, killing them and hurting me. When the ringing in my ears died down, I continued. More Hogs jumped in to attack. One Hog lunged at me, intending to plant a damaging blow, but I hit him with my hoof, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, slammed him to the floor, and then stomped on his head. Blood spilled from beneath my boot. After the execution, I proceeded to hack and slash the other Hogs, taking a few hits and returning the favor many fold. The assailing Hogs were killed off, but another wall of pipes blocked the way. Bullets hit my armor as I was under attack by another Shoota Boar. Conveniently, he was standing next to an explosive canister like the last. I shot the canister, killed the hog, and destroyed the pipes.
I walked through the broken pipes, and was greeted by another band of Pigskins. I noticed an opened on the bridge of the ship. Out came a very large Hog covered in many varieties of mechanical attachments. Exhaust pipes protruding from his back blew smoke. He had a large, clawed grappling limb on his left shoulder, and three projectile weapons on his right shoulder. No doubt, he was their Warboss. The Hogs in front of him leaped down after me.
"Get off my ship, Pony Marine!" He shouted.
I then noticed the turret that was shooting at me earlier. I could use that to bring this ship down. It would be a bumpy ride, but I needed to get to the ground. Plus, if I eliminate him here and now, the Hogs would go into complete disorganization.
"Yer gonna die!" the Warboss yelled. He aimed his gun and fired several grenades at me. I rolled away, and they exploded, killing any Hogs that were near them. Shoota Boars were firing from behind breakable cover. I charged at him, broke through the scrap metal, and shoulder tackled him. He was stunned, and I then stabbed his head and tore it clean off. I turned and slashed at more Hogs, their blood covered my armor from shoulder to back hoof. The way to the turret was blocked by more pipes. I assumed there was an explosive somewhere that would clear the way. Bullets hitting my armor alerted me of another Shoota Boar. Sure enough, he was next to another explosive canister. I shot the canister, killed the Hog, and opened the way.
"I'm gonna put your head on a spike, Pony Marine!" the Warboss proclaimed. He launched more grenades at me as I walked past the rubble. I quickly rolled to avoid serious damage, and they exploded and killed more Hogs that were following me. But I still had more Hogs to deal with near the turret. With excellent precision, I aimed my pistol and shot each and every one of the Hogs in the head. There was one Hog left, and my pistol was empty. I backhooved him, grabbed his neck, threw him to the ground, and crushed his skull. Blood stained my armor more. With the Hogs killed off, save for the Warboss, I approached the turret. There were handle bars on its front end, which I used for grip. The turret began to fire rapidly as I turned it in the direction of the bridge. The Warboss ran inside before the turret made contact.
The ship was now going down. I simply stood and waited for the initial crash down. An hour had passed before the ship finally made contact with the ground and slid a fair distance, sending dirt and debris flying all over the area. Scrap metal and other piles of junk landed on me during the whole ordeal. Everything went dark. When it felt like nothing was happening, I pushed the scrap off of myself, and kicked over more with Hog bodies impaled to them.
Now that I was on ground, it was time to carry out the mission at hoof.